Chapter 1
“Juan Hernandez.” Esmerelda said my name as we sat in her dark parlor. She rolled her crystals around in her palm, and then flung them across the purple velvet tablecloth like a craps dealer in Vegas. She gasped as they settled. “A triangle,” she said.
“A triangle? What does that mean?” I asked her.
“Only the spirits know.”
Fifty bucks on my MasterCard for that? She had already told me my true love would be someone already familiar with me, yet someone I’d never met. Chances were, she’d be right. Her bases were pretty well covered.
Fresh out of college after six years—I was never academic material—I was trying to choose a life plan. The psychic was a last resort, as I needed help deciding whether or not I should stay out west or move back to the east coast. I’d partied my wa
